Tossed away on the side of the street in the murky, dirty water. Crumpled trash on the side of the freeway, caught in the dried, crunchy leaves of an old bush. I feel like i could be in these places, and not be noticed. I need my hand held, no matter how much i say i am fine on my own. You just can't rely on anyone. Old friends, new friends, old loves, new likes. It feels to me that no one is capable of being a good person. No matter how good their exterior seems. Don't become dependent on anyone, they leave, they lie, they don't care. So, sorry to the next person who tries to love me, because i just won't let you. The next person who tries to like me, don't, there is no point. The next person who tries to befriend me, good fucking luck. I am just to numb to feel anything.
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